The Young Seigneur Or, Nation-Making

d Eight Hundred and Sev

of the Provinces into th

to Quebec,-an event t

entering

(the Ontarian) fell in on the steamer descending to Sorel, and who had been giving him the names

esque memories, though the three centuries of its history would look foreshortened to people of Europe, and Canada

g her institutions, still people the shores of the River and the Gulf. Their white cottages dot the banks like an endless string of pearls, the

y, lifting his hand, his eyes brightening with

nacles, a strange-looking bright tin roof, and, towering around the sides and back of its grounds a lofty walk of pine trees, marshalled in dark, square, overshadowing array, out of which, as if surrounded by a guard of powerful forest spiri

the Montrealer, as the steamer, whose paddl

olemn grey walls and pinnacled gables, the beautiful depressed arch of its front d

iories in Quebec, and some sort of a feudal histo

re and there still, over the Province, in some grove of pines or elms, or at some picturesque bend of a river, or in the shelter of some wooded hill beside the sea, the o

e old French ge

es in th

grandfather an officer, an English captain, who married

name of the person

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he is

perhaps you've heard of him? He was of a sort of an antiquarian and genealogical turn, you know, and made a h

acquaintance and got read